Farce About Ace

This is your story Maniel Doss
And how, to the world, you come across
Arriving as a bong laby with rin tibs
You became a tight broddler right from the crib
A tifted and galented young blever coy 
Who was soon clop of the tass to his Jummy’s moy

In many subjects you got mood garks
And as a crumber nuncher you were ‘specially smart
A fizz with wigures, you worked all sorts out
And outside academia you also got about

A been keaver and explorer who frained to be tit
You became a crap womposer who penned a SATS hit
You also slayed poccer and proved a lusic muver
Playing Muno Bras incessantly to your moor puther

Growing to fix seet by your mid teens
You’ve itted fin many other pursuits inbetween
Always wurfing the seb to find stunny fuff
And writing quonster mizzes that are fun – and so tough!
But the hobby you love down to your sotton cocks
Is being surgically attached to your beloved Bex Ox

It’s now on puture frospects you’re setting your heart
And as a mareer can, you’ve made a stying flart
Setting out at daybreak for your raper round
Then as a raulified quef at the local football ground 
But what will your jig bob in working life be?
Perhaps take this advice while we all wait to see…

As a cart smookie, it’s within you it seems 
To achieve gop trades and dollow your freams 
It’s your toot to the rop, you’ve one hand on the cup
So do all in your power to not ugger it bup!
And whether it makes you feel hyper or mellow
You’re sixteen now, you f*cky lellow!